Tasty Tales of Transformation

  artwork - doiparuni This story is a sequel to Dark Caress 3 Darkness, the enemy of the light. Rightfully it is feared, yet still there are those who celebrate and even wield it. Tharja and her coven are such people—a sorceress supreme who is the very envoy of the great abyss that exists beyond the veil of humanity’s eyes. A realm shrouded in the dark that blinds them. Whether her goal spells doom for the world is yet to be seen, but plans have begun in motion, fresh off the night of yet another individual becoming one of Tharja’s thrall. The morning after, the two began a meeting. Tharja clasped her hands, seated a table opposite of her servant Orochi, the room lit only by a dim candle, whose only purpose seemed to make the shadows of the room more brilliant. “Remember, your powers are drawn from a well that is my own. Siphon too much and it might end you.” Tharja was teaching the woman on how to harness and control her dark powers, powers birthed by the connection Sorceress Thar...

  It was a calm, breezy evening at the Officer’s Academy, an elite facility that trained students in the ways of weapons and magic. Located within a giant Monastery, the royalty and nobility of several great factions sent their heirs to the academy in order to learn the art of warfare. It was all to build up the next generation of rulers. So needless to say, much pressure resided on the students and those who taught them. On this particular evening, after a rigorous course in magical defense, one of the academy’s prodigies of magic, Lysithea, isolated herself against a large stone wall not too far from the teacher’s office. She twiddled her thumbs, lost in turmoil over how to proceed. Feelings had been stirring in her for quite some time, and now she was contemplating whether to take the next step in revealing them to the one she had become smitten with. That person was her teacher. Come now Lysithea, you’ve got this, the beautiful, silver-haired woman thought to herself. It’ll ha...

  There is a sequel to this story, A Captivating Fan Dappled light spotted the racks of clothes, both old and new, laid out before Ann. She never expected herself to end up in such a ramshackle, dusty antique store, but her search had now led her to places she wouldn't have even considered in her pursuit of her next big cosplay (costume play). The problem was that she had long since donned the looks of all the anime, videogame, and various media character’s she’d cared the most about, and nowadays was strictly searching for characters with outfits she deemed sexually appealing. As she perused the clothing all around her, there were certainly a lot of materials to work with, but she merely scoffed at them. She’d gotten lazier over time, no longer wanting to invest the time in creating the outfits herself. Truth be told, she never got much praise for her efforts in that regard, despite the hours she toiled away. She worried she didn’t have the looks for striking it big in the cosplay...